sleep in infancy by the billows, educated in the school of the tempest, learn to hold your heads still enough to comb your glistening tresses! and much more get food within your pearly grinders!

Pictures of woe were we, starving, yet loathing food; thirsting, yet unable to drink; wishing for a mote of the stable world to look upon, yet having nothing but the unstable water and air; imprisoned on the rolling deck, with no foothold, or any odor of flower or earth around. I am reminded here how interesting to the antiquarian would be the inquiry, whether or not Cupid was ever at sea in a storm. If he were, he would have crowned Hogarth's immortality with its richest wreath, if transferred to canvass, in the act of running from the dinner-table, throwing his quiver behind him, and tipping his roguish face, bloated with the effort of a retching stomach, over the taffrail. Poor fellow, it makes one quiver to think if there ever were a Cupid, and he ever took passage from the Columbia river to the Hawaiian islands, and ever did attempt to eat, and while doing so were obliged to conform to the etiquette of sea sickness, how sadly he must have suffered, and how unlovely the arrow-god must have become !

This sea-sickness, however, is a farce of some consequence. Like the toothache, fever and ague, and other kindred follies of the body it has its origin in the faculty will please answer what. But seriously. It is an effort of our nature to assimilate its physical condition to the desires of the mind. Man's natural home as an animal is on land. As an intellectual being he seeks to pass this bound, and resorting to his capacity to press the powers of external nature into the service of his desires, he spikes planks to timbers, commits himself to the waves, rocks on their crests, habituates head and foot to new duties, and, girded with the armor of his immortal part, that wealth of Heaven, goes forth, the image and representative of his Maker, to see, to know, and to enjoy all things. But a truce to philosophy. We are on the sea. The

elements have raved twelve days and are at rest again. Quiet and variable breezes from the north push us pleasantly along; appetites return; we shave our chins, comb our hair, and begin once more to wear the general aspect of men.

On the nineteenth of December our group of characters was honored by the appearance of a fine honest fellow from the steerage. He had suffered so much from sea-sickness, that he appeared a mere sack of bones. He was a native of one of the Southern States; but the Yankee spirit must have been born in him: for he had been to the Californias with a chest of carpenter's tools, in search of wealth! Unfortunate man! He had built the Commandante-General a house, and never was paid for it; he had built other houses with like consequences to his purse; had made many thousands of red cedar shingles for large prices and no pay; and last and worst of all, had made love, for two years, to a Spanish brunette, obtained her plighted faith for marriage, and did not marry her. It was no fault of his. During the last years of his wooing, a Californian Cavaliero, that is, a pair of mustachios on horseback, had been in the habit of eating a social dish of fried beans occasionally with the father of the girl, and by way of reciprocating his hospitality, he advanced the old gentlemen to the dignity of a grandsire.

This want of fidelity in his betrothed wrought sad havoc in our countryman's affections. He had looked with confiding tenderness on her person, returned her smile, and given her one by one his soul's best emotions. Such affections, when they go forth and are lost, leave a void to which they never return. He was alone again without trust, with nothing on earth or rather, on the sea, to love but his carpenter's tools. The object of his regard had disgraced herself and him. To avoid the scene of his misery, he had invested in horses the little money he had accumulated; accompanied the Hudson's Bay Trading Company to Oregon, and having cultivated land a a year or two in the valley of the Willamette, had sold his

stock and property, and shipped for home, with every tooth strung with curses against the Californian Spaniards.

California itself, not including the bodies or souls of the people, he thought to be a desirable country. The very atmosphere was so delicious that the people went half-naked to enjoy it. Hard to abandon was that air, and the great plains and mountains covered with horses, black Spanish cattle, and wild game. The fried beans, too, the mussels of the shores, and the fleas even, were all objects of pleasure, utility or industry, of which he entertained a vivid recollection. But that loved one! she was beautiful, she was kind, alas! too kind. He loved her, she was wayward; but was still the unworthy keeper of his heart; still a golden remembrance on the wastes of the past-lovely, but corroded and defiled. His opinion was that she was a woman!

The weather became sensibly milder each day as we moved on our course; the water warmer, the fish and fowl more abundant. The latter presented themselves in considerable variety. The white and grey albatross, with their long narrow wings, and hoarse unmusical cry, cut through the air like uneasy spirits, searching the surrounding void for a place of rest, and finding none! Our cook contracted a paternal regard for these birds; the basis of which was, that whenever he threw overboard the refuse of the table, they alighted in the wake of the ship, and ate the potatoe peelings, bits of meat, &c., with a keen appetite. "Ah," said he of the spit, "it is a pleasure to cook for gentlemen in feathers evén, when they eat as if they loved it." But he was still more partial to Mother Carey's chickens. In a fair morning these beautiful birds sat on the quiet sea in flocks of thousands, billing and frollicking in great apparent happiness.

"There's your poultry, gentlemen," cried his curly pate, peering from the galley. "Handsome flocks these about the stacks of water; plumper and fatter, I'll warrant ye, than any that ever squawked from the back of a Yorkshire Donkey. No need of cramming there to keep life agoin'.

They finds themselves and never dies with pip or dyspepsy."

"Hout wi' yer blaguard pratin', ye black son of the De'il; and mind ye's no burn the broo' agen. Ye're speerin' at yer ugly nose, an' ne'er ken the eend o' ye whilk is upward. Ye sonsie villain; when I'se need o' yer clatter I'se fetch ye wi' a rope's-end. And now gang in and see yer dinner is fit for Christian mooths."

This salutation from our Scotch mate, drove in the head of our poultry man, and we heard no more dissertations on sea-fowl during the voyage. At dinner the mate congratulated the company on the excellence of the pea-soup, remarking that it "smacked muir o' the plaid than usual," because he "had gi'en the cook a crack o' the claymor on his bagpipe; a keekin, as he war, at things wi'out when he should ha' been o' stirrin his meal." Trifling incidents like this occasionally broke the monotony of our weary life. Our latitude and longitude were taken daily at twelve M., and the report of these and the distance from the islands always gave rise to some prophetic annnouncements of the day and hour when we should anchor in the dominions of Kamehameha. The evenings also furnished a few diversions and pleasant objects of contemplation. Bathing was one of the former. After the shadows of night had set in, we used to present ourselves at the mainstays, and receive as much of the Ocean as our love of the sublime by the gallon, or our notions of cleanliness demanded. And when the hooting, leaping, and laughing of the ceremony were silenced, the cool comfort of the body left the mind in listless quietude, or to its wanderings among the glories of a tropical sky. It was the 24th of December; the mid-winter hour. But the space over us was as mild and soft a blue as ever covered a September night in the States. The stars sent down a delicate sprinkling light on the waters. The air itself presented some peculiar aspects. It was more nearly transparent than any I had ever breathed; and there seemed to be woven into.

all its thousand eddies a tissue of golden and trembling mist, streaming down from the depths of Heaven! There was a single sad spot on the scene. The north star, so high and brilliant in the latitude where I had spent my previous years, was gradually sinking into the haze about the horizon. I had in very early life looked with greater interest upon that than any other star. The little house which my deceased father had built on the shore of a beautiful lake among the green woods of Vermont, stood "north and south" upon the authority of that star. And after he had died at that humble outpost of the settlements, leaving me a boy of nine years, his death-bed, the little house, and the star which had guided my parent's hand in laying the foundation on the brow of the deep wilderness, came to be objects of the tenderest recollection. I was sorry to see it obscured; for it always burned brightly in our woodland home; and was the only thing which, as years rolled on, remained associated with paternal love.

I remember, too, another class of emotions that gave occupation to my heart in those beautiful nights. We thought and talked of Cook. He had ploughed those seas long before us; had discovered the group of islands to which our voyage tended; had met a fearful death at the hands of the inhabitants; and some of his bones yet lay, scraped and prepared for the gods, in the deep caverns of Hawaii! The waters rippling at our ship's side, had borne him; had rushed in tempests, and lain in great beauty around him; had greeted the discovery flag of the brave old Fatherland, and heard its cannon boom! We were sailing under the same flag. It was not, indeed, the same identical bunting which floated in 1789; but it was the emblem of the same social organization, of the same broad intelligence; the insignia of the same Power, whose military embattlements, grain fields and homes, gird the Earth! I was glad to approach the Hawaiian Islands on the track of Cook, under the old British flag.

Is there a human sense which derives its nutriment from